What the hell? Travis had to pick them up? Wasn’t Jake rich enough to get them a car or something? Curse his family and their closeness. Mr. Titus wouldn’t allow it, that much she knew. For as much money as they had, they sure reminded her of “Father Knows Best.” Grinding her teeth, she walked to the baggage claim and cringed when she heard the voice that still haunted her every waking nightmare.“Well, well, well. Look what we have here.” Travis’s smooth voice seemed to rumble in her chest.Stupid man.Dear God, please have mercy and let him be bald and fat.Slowly, she turned and faced her nemesis.Hell.Would it have been too much to ask for him to at least have not grown into his perfect nose?“Kacey.” He nodded.“Satan.”“Your hair’s different.”Kacey flinched. “You’ve grown into your nose.”Jake walked up and stood between them. “Can you guys at least pretend to play nice?”“No,” they said in unison.“Look…” Jake glanced at his phone. “This is work.
